President Ba is playing Cinderella again today

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Song Zhishui tugged at Xiao Yao's towel, and smiled softly, "I can drink a little, it's acceptable if the alcohol isn't high."

Seeing Miss Song's eagerness, Xiao Yao said helplessly: "Okay, let me choose a low-alcoholic one for you to try."

"Just fall in love," Xiao Yao looked at the bartender, "You told me the other day, fall in love with pink and purple fruit wine."

Where can there really be low-alcoholic alcohol in Shiwei Bar? The so-called low alcohol is only relatively speaking.

Song Zhishui took a sip, the sweet and slightly sour taste was a bit like the faint pear dimple that Xiao Yao laughed in the afternoon, she drank the whole cup, and soon passed out lying on the table.

The speed is fast and the alcohol capacity is poor. She is the first among Shiwei's guests.

Xiao Yao sighed, "I told her not to let her drink."

Shen Shiqi raised both hands, and said innocently: "That's not my fault, didn't you let go later?"

Chapter 10

It was already two hours after Song Zhishui sobered up.She opened her misty eyes, and her eyes were dim.

She stroked her whole body and felt that she was lying on the bed, and the air was full of the rich fragrance of wintersweet.

Xiao Yao sat at the table, looked at the project list by the light of the desk lamp, heard the slight sound of Song Zhishui turning over from the bed, and closed the file.

Song Zhishui raised the curtains of the bed, and met Xiao Yao's clear eyes who were looking up.

She rubbed the sun xué and gave Xiao Yao a gentle and slightly tired smile, walked over and stood behind Xiao Yao, her feet were a little weak, she stopped behind Xiao Yao, and subconsciously grabbed Xiao Yao's slender shoulders.

The person also leaned forward a little bit, covering Xiao Yao in a world below.

This is the second bedroom on the second floor, next door to Shen Shiqi's bedroom.

The room is not big, but the furniture is neat and tidy. The crystal chandelier above is not turned on, and the whole room is only illuminated by the desk lamp in front of the table.

The survey took pictures of the place where the two were.

Using this posture, Song Zhishui didn't get up, her chin almost reached the top of Xiao Yao's hair.

She shifted her gaze to a printed document under Xiao Yao's hand, and asked curiously: "Don't you get a headache just looking at the material? Why are you so serious?"

Xiao Yao pressed tighter, for fear that Song Zhishui would take it away and look through it.

"The exam will be in two days," Xiao Yao said, "I have to seize the time to review the knowledge points and hug the Buddha's feet temporarily. I don't want to fail the exam."

"So," Song Zhishui sat on the chair next to Xiao Yao, put her elbows on the table, and looked around the dimly lit room with her hands on her face, "Where is this?"

"We are still in the world," Xiao Yao quickly put the schedule in her schoolbag, stood up and carried the bag behind her back, "You are drunk, and I don't know your home, so I can't call a car to take you back. So, first Help you to the second floor, thinking about waiting for you to wake up."

Seeing Xiao Yao's eagerness to leave, Song Zhishui also stood up, "Why don't you go back first?"

Xiao Yao glanced at her, because she was afraid that Shen Shiqi would be drunk and come to the second bedroom to do bad things to you.

But she didn't say it out, no matter how bad Shen Shiqi's wine was and her behavior was worrying, she was her good friend after all, and she couldn't speak ill of her in front of others.

Walking out of the second bedroom, going down to the second floor and passing the door of Shen Shiqi's room, Song Zhishui asked softly, "Do you want to tell Boss Shen that we are leaving?"

Xiao Yao shook her head, "No need, she drank too much and fell asleep."

"Are you coming tomorrow?" Song Zhishui asked.

Xiao Yao replied without thinking, "Of course, I will come every day from now on."

The two got a taxi at Shiwei Bar and sat in the back of the taxi together.

Song Zhishui first talked about Qinghe District, and then Bihai Villa District.

The driver hung up the passenger seat plate, navigated to Qinghe Community and started driving.

He glanced at the mirror in front of him a few times, and happened to see Song Zhishui and Xiao Yao sitting upright, each with their own good looks, although they didn't communicate, they were unexpectedly harmonious.

"The two beauties are friends?"

Xiao Yao moved her lips, but didn't answer.

Song Zhishui's lips curled up habitually, "Yes, friend."

He asked very strangely: "Then the place where you live is far away. Qinghe Community is a famous old residential building. I read the notice yesterday, and it will be demolished soon. Bihai Villa District, worth But Yilian can't touch the door. How can you be friends, I also want to have a rich friend."

Song Zhishui glanced at Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao had already turned her head away to look at the scenery outside the window and the flashing sign on the storefront.

Song Zhishui's slender hands rested lightly on Xiao Yao's shoulders, "You don't need to consider whether you are rich or poor when you make friends, it's enough if you get along well."

Xiao Yao silently rolled her eyes. A week ago, she said that she and Song Ze were not suitable and should stop dating.

Doesn't it mean that you are very concerned about the gap between the rich and the poor?

This person has been sitting as the president of the student council for a long time, and he speaks as soon as he opens his mouth.

Song Zhishui shook her hand in front of Xiao Yao, approached her ear, and asked in a voice that the taxi driver could not hear: "I thought about it, if you don't want to go to my company, then go to my house."

Xiao Yao turned her face, and the two faced each other, smelling each other.

Obviously the temperature in the car is very balanced, but Xiao Yao feels a little hot.

She pondered Song Zhishui's words, "Why do you want to go to your house?"

She vaguely knew what Song Zhishui meant, it was nothing more than advising her not to go to the bar and find a part-time job.